Negatively - Tell her to go away

Even though this white-haired biker at your door is easily the most stunning woman you've ever laid eyes on, you don't appreciate strangers prying into your personal affairs.

“Look, friend,” you say sharply, “I’m not a fan of this kind of prank. Whoever put you up to this—whether it was David, Saul, or one of the guys from the engineering lab—tell them it didn’t work.” You stand your ground, knowing that the best way to handle a bully is to confront them directly.

As you begin to close the door, the buxom bombshell nearly shouts, “Wait!” There’s an urgency in her voice that makes you hesitate. “This isn’t a joke. It’s about your great-uncle Gadston’s estate.”

You stop, leaving the door half-closed, as a distant memory surfaces. “Gadston?” you murmur. “My mom used to warn me about him when I was a kid. I don’t know much about him.”

“Yeah, he was a crazy bastard,” she says bluntly, her use of the past tense catching your attention. “But his estate is worth over half a billion dollars.”

Your grip on the doorknob tightens.

The voluptuous stranger reaches inside her jacket, giving you an even better view of her impressive cleavage, and pulls out a thick business envelope. “This is $20,000,” she says, holding it up for you to see. “I’m here to give it to you.”

You glance at the envelope, suspicion written all over your face. “You’re joking, right?”

Without missing a beat, she opens the envelope, revealing two stacks of crisp $100 bills.

“My name is Cin Von Lilit,” she declares, her voice steady and commanding, her eyes locked on yours. “I'm an associate at the law firm of Berkley, Dee, and Hanson. Tell me who you are, say my name - acknowledging that I’m Gadston’s attorney, invite me in, and I’ll give you $20,000. Then, I’ll explain everything about your uncle’s estate—and your inheritance.”